As Mo Chen expected, after Bai Yangyu received the Heavenly Rank Spirit Stone, he didn't say much, only took a deep look at Mo Chen, and then left with someone.

That night, after saying goodbye to Mu Wufang, Mo Chen returned directly to the Middle Palace Pavilion.

Ye Deyuan was in the courtyard, quietly pranayama.

The Ye family was originally a prestigious clan in ancient times, and even if they are downtrodden now, there must still be exercises to cultivate.

As the medicinal power in Ye Deyuan's body began to dissolve after he came back to life last time, gradually, his cultivation was also climbing to the level of the Spiritual Light Realm.

Mo Chen did not hide the sound of entering the pavilion, Ye Deyuan immediately opened his eyes and saluted Mo Chen.

"I have already solved it on the Bai family's side, although there is no guarantee that they will keep their promises, but it will be okay in the near future. Mochen went straight in: "What are your plans after that?"

"Dingdong City will definitely not be able to stay. Ye Deyuan sighed slightly, after all, this is where the Ye family is located, although the bloodline is withering now, but for the ancestral land, there will always be some reluctance: "Now I tentatively go to the Eastern Capital City to see if I can make a business." ”

Mo Chen nodded, he thought of what should be done for them, if the people of Yingjia Town fled, the nearest array city should also be the Eastern Capital City.

"Yingjiazhen, do you recognize you?" Mochen asked.

Ye Deyuan thought for a moment, and then said with his forehead: "There is a god brewing wine, I have been there before, and I have been there before, and Yingguan, the mayor of Yingjia Town, is a friend of the past. ”

"That's just right. Mo Chen was delighted: "There is a high probability that the Ying family will also go to the Eastern Capital, if you are fated and report my name on the day you meet, Ying Guan should look at me with a little thin noodles and help the two of you." ”

When Ye Deyuan heard this, he was also happy, although the chance was slim, but at least it was a thought.

After everything was arranged, Mo Chen took out two pieces of animal skin armor and gave them to Ye Deyuan, in order to buy the Gathering Spirit Dao Pill, they are now poor and white.

With this beast skin armor, although it is not a good treasure, there is still no problem in self-defense.

After seeing Ye Deyuan return to the room, Mochen shook the corner bell and made a crisp sound, and after a while, a maid came in, serving Mochen's Shu'er.

"What do you command? "They are all cultivators, even if it is night now, it is okay for Shu'er to take a break or not.

"Now that the signs of revival of the ancient ruins are becoming more and more obvious, it must be the time when they are about to appear. Mo Chen said slowly: "Tonight, I will set off to the edge of the ruins to meet my companions, a heaven-level spirit stone I gave to the steward earlier, converted into the cost of these few days, is there anything left?"

Shu'er replied: "With the value of that heaven-level spirit stone, it is more than half a year to live here, if the honorable guest needs, my dragon pavilion will convert the equivalent earth-level spirit stone and exchange it for the honorable guest, but Shu'er will not serve the honorable guest in the future." ”

She spoke, a little lost.

In this life, I will never see ink dust again.

Mo Chen roughly understood her thoughts, but there would be no response, the eagle in the sky could fly to the ground, at the same height as the sparrow, but more often than not, the sky belonged, and the place to inhabit it would always be a high mountain cliff rather than a flat forest.

He and Shu'er are not people of the same world after all.

"You don't have to exchange it for me. Mochen raised his hand: "Prepare paper and pen for me, I'll repair a book, and you will bring it to the steward." ”

When Shu'er heard this, she immediately took out the four treasures of the study room from the Nahuan and placed them in front of Mo Chen, it seemed that she had already prepared.

Mo Chen nodded slightly, wrote hard, and finished writing in a short time.

After he rolled it up and tied it, he handed it to Shu'er: "After I leave, this palace will let Ye Deyuan and the others live, when they leave, then convert the spirit stone and hand it over to them." ”

"In addition, you have worked hard for the past few days, and when the time comes, you can also take a ground level spirit stone from it. Ink Dust added.

"The slave and maid understand, thank you for the reward. After Shu'er took the handwritten book, she immediately bowed to Yingying, and retired in a mixture of helplessness and joy.

Mo Chen sighed slightly, and began to breathe by himself, he seemed to be relaxed in the previous battle, but in fact, there were still some diffuse vibration waves penetrating into his body, causing some damage to his internal organs.

These must be dealt with before going to the ancient ruins, otherwise at some point in the future, during the fierce fight, this bruise may cause him a lot of damage.

The thunder was bursting, the wind was howling, and I saw the wind and thunder twin elements coming out of the void, dipping into the body of the ink dust, and swimming for a big week, while also nourishing the internal organs and recovering from injuries.

Fortunately, each floor of the Middle Palace Pavilion has a corresponding soundproof sound and a dense array of divine senses, otherwise such a movement would have attracted many monks.

At the same time, Mochen's sea of knowledge is constantly contemplating.

He does not visualize other things, but visualizes himself.

According to the method of refining the gods, first look at the form, then the appearance, and finally visualize the god and inject it into the form.

At first, Mo Chen thought that this was not a difficult task, after all, what he looked like could be known by looking in the mirror.

But when I actually cultivated, I found it extremely difficult.

Often, when practicing the exercises, the special operation route of the exercises will help the monks to concentrate and calm their breath, so as to enter the best state of cultivation.

But this is the operation route of refining the divine decision, but the sword goes sideways, which is contrary to common sense.

Every Sunday, Mo Chen felt that his mind was irritable, and the more he practiced, the more annoyed he became, and he even had faint signs of going mad, let alone visualizing his own physical outline.

He immediately stopped practicing, only to find that he was already sweating.

There are countless laws in the world, and although he has been somewhat prepared for this method of soul distraction, Mo Chen is still taken aback.

Take out the Void Refining Divine Decision again, and study it carefully.

But no matter how Mo Chen thinks about it, the method he runs is indeed right.

Thinking about it, in the sixth layer of the desolate tower that day, with the cultivation of the lack of public pavilions, he could not cultivate this method of soul distraction, otherwise when he fought against Mo Chen, he would directly divide into a distraction, and Mo Chen was not a unified enemy at all.

In desperation, Mo Chen had no choice but to give up this method of distraction and instead practice the other methods of using divine consciousness in the Divine Decision.

Xuan Gong operates, and his divine consciousness is condensed, because of the relationship between the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow and his childhood experience, Mo Chen is good at using swords and bows, so what he visualizes is also these two major weapons.

As the visualization deepened, this time the method came to fruition directly, without any obstacles, and the shape of the sword and bow gradually converged on the sea of knowledge.

There was no need to hesitate, in an instant, a surge of divine consciousness surged, and Mo Chen opened his eyes to find that a three-inch small sword was suspended in front of him.

The sword is transparent throughout, and the visible part is light blue.

From the side, the inside of the small sword is hollow, like a glassware, and it will completely shatter if touched at the slightest touch.

Ink Dust stretched out his finger and swiped lightly across the blade.

There was no bleeding, but there was a tingling sensation, obviously although the little sword only looked at its appearance, it also had a certain lethality, at least it was not a problem to pierce the skin of the spiritual light realm monk.